Little Lu, You Asked For It (2)

Zhou Shu gave Sun Gongping a thumbs up. Not to mention anything else, his vigilance was commendable.

"Let me see," Zhou Shu said.

He took the connate divine weapon from Sun Gongping. It was a three-foot-long sword with an ancient design.

Buzz—

Zhou Shu flicked his wrist, and the sword hummed.

His eyes suddenly lit up. The sword suddenly trembled violently, as if it wanted to escape his palm.

"Hmph!" He snorted coldly, and his aura exploded. He raised his hand and smacked the sword.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the force blew Sun Gongping dozens of feet away. His expression changed slightly.

"How dare you! You want to play tricks under my nose? Are you blind!" Zhou Shu sneered, and his hands instantly turned red. His palms swept across the sword, and the sword let out a clang.

But under his Iron Smelting Hands Technique, it was unable to break free at all. It melted into a ball of colorful liquid bit by bit.